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I'm probably posting this in the wrong place, but so be it. Coming back from picking up my grandchildren today, a red car tore past us like it was shot from a cannon. About 10km later, we came across the car, after it had rolled I don't know how many times. It was extremely disturbing to see a running shoe lying in the middle of the road and a body in the ditch. The children were and are noticeably upset by what they witnessed, and unfortunately there was just no way to avoid having them see it. It has certainly put a damper on OUR weekend, but even more so for the family of whomever was in that car. I stopped so I could call 911. Thankfully someone else had already called.  
 
There were a couple of people trying to help. I was torn myself with whether or not I should get out and help. But to do what? With 2 visibly upset children in the car it was really hard to know what the next course of action should be.  
 
I drove on, secure in the knowledge that professional help was on its way. I can't say that the images don't haunt me, they do. I don't know how I'm going to get those same images out of the minds of the little ones.  
 
*sigh*  
 
Please, just slow down everyone. Life is just too short to speed through it.